![]() Rainy Day Memories -A Good Day For ThoughtsA Poem by anne p. murray- LadeeAnneIt’s a cloudy, rainy day... I stand at my window watching the performance which is like an endless curtain of tears falling down from heaven A blanket of light, silvery threads that rush to quench the thirst of the hard almost-winter ground It's the kind of rain that becomes pleasurable to watch because it makes my home seem like a safe haven It's really a very lovely gift - where you can sleep late and not feel guilty about doing so My thoughts aimlessly wander to other times where memories collect in small bits and pieces like tossed glass marbles that roll around on the lonely floors of my mind They scatter about causing my thoughts to drift here…then there I follow one reverie...then another creeps into my head as my thoughts gather in transient, ethereal places of my heart -my soul I reach out for one trying to reconnect some of the wounded pieces of my life - that seem fragmented, shambolic Many bruises left unseen - but not forgotten They unfold in bits and fragments fleeting and competing with other reminiscences... impatiently waiting for their story to be told as they go about littering the landscape of my mind I tend to lean on poetry to purge my soul- as my mind wanders about in deep thoughts and fuzzy memories An early hush descends... as the gentle music of soft rolling thunder flows from every drop of rain They lightly tap their dulcet tears against my window panes Mother nature echoes her melodious voice in the clouded sky with comfortable soothing sounds that cast their light shadows upon my windows I close my eyes and breathe in their liquid flowing music The edges of the outside world melt into blurred shadows as I contemplate the thought... "What makes "me" me and "you" you? I do know I'm a warrior, a survivor I've fought many battles... lost some - won some but in the losing I learned I could survive and still be a warrior My mind ruminates on these thoughts that seem to drift around so randomly- so aimlessly A gentle rain softly pounds the brooding sky as a small tree branch softly scrapes against my window... reminding me it would be a nice day for tomorrow Maybe I have too much time on my hands I really don’t know what to think... but today seems like a good day for doing it *´¨) ¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨) *´¨)*´¨) ¸.•´¸.•*´¨)*´¨) ¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨) *´¨)*´¨) Anne P Murray C/R 10/2015 © 2015 anne p. murray- LadeeAnneReviews
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2 Reviews Added on October 29, 2015 Last Updated on October 29, 2015 Author![]() anne p. murray- LadeeAnneBirmingham, ALAboutI'm not an extraordinary woman, simply put... I'm just a normal, ordinary one. In my private life I am gingerly cautious with the people I meet, but fearless in the words I write. Not an extrove.. more..Writing
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